You are lost in the school,
a speck against the sea bed
as the water rushes cool
through thirsty gills,
******* oh-two as it's spent.
You keep up with the group,
swim through the rivers rough:
posting poems about the news
as if I weren't seeing it enough;
thus, the impact you have on me
is as small as a phytoplankter
but blooms fast into irritation
because the sea could engulf you,
because you evaporate under the sun.